Morning felt different for Camo this time around. The dream he had the night before made him anxious as to what was going on with his brain. Camo was feeling things he was unfamiliar with. Was he falling in love, or something similar to that? The possum wasn't sure, but something was going on, and he needed to solve it quickly before these emotions of his continued to worsen over a long period of time.
Camo got up from his bed to check the outside of his unorganized bedroom. Nobody appeared to be awake, which relieved Camo. He wouldn't have to deal with the stress that came from being a part of a huge, neurotic team that was the Criterion for another couple hours. He used this time of peace to gather up all of the thoughts that have been spinning around his head for a significant quantity of hours.
Although the energetic possum wanted to speak to somebody else about the dream he had just had, he didn't rely on anybody else to aid him with such a scenario that Camo had found himself in. Even if Camo had an opportunity to do so, he most likely wouldn't since he didn't stop to think that maybe getting these secrets off of his chest would be beneficial for his mental health. Alas, the possum believed that he could most likely solve this issue himself without a sweat, and that nobody else needed to know anything at all.
"Okay, so what the heck was that dream all about, Camo?" the puzzled possum asked himself. "Why would I even think about something as weird as that dream was? This is crazy…"
The possum sat down on his bed, which creaked as he did so. His right foot tapped the carpet floor like it had done back in his dream. He continued to think to himself repeatedly, getting lost in his own thoughts.
You have to focus, Camo," He told himself. "You need to figure out why that dream happened. Maybe it was just one of those weird dreams people get out of the blue once in their lifetime. Or perhaps it was a nightmare that took place because I keep hanging out with Sodo…"
Camo was hoping that his second possible reason wasn't the case as to why he had the dream. Despite the hyena's bad smell, and his introverted personality, the big gentleman enjoyed hanging out with someone as silent, chill, and laid-back as Sodo. Camo always received the opportunity to act like an upstanding gent towards him, which gave his gentleman persona some importance for once. If he could, he'd hang out with Sodo every single day.
Then, all of a sudden, a reasonable, yet concerning answer, had hit Camo. The opossum was surprised he would even think of something like that, but the idea just popped into his head while he kept thinking. What if Camo actually liked Sodo? Not as a friend, or a best friend, but more than that. Although the possum was very reluctant towards believing this thought to be true, he felt as if it made sense. After all, he did enjoy kissing the modest hyena in his dream.
"Wow, if I am in love or something like that, then man did these feelings come up quickly. Two days of a little bit of closer bonding, and all of a sudden I'm having dreams where I'm kissing the dude. I mean, we have known each other for a long time now, but why are these feelings stirring up now?"
So now yet another question had arisen into the opossum's mind. Camo's level of confusion bothered his tired self enough already. He was deprived of sleep because of this. To him, sleeping was the best part of the day, alongside eating food, making money off of stupid rich people, and napping.
The possum proceeded to pace the floor of his bedroom, walking around the room repeatedly while he talked to himself.
"Are these feelings stirring up simply because I had a small breakfast with him? Or when we watched movies that bored his brains out and I learned some new things about him? Or because I saw him carry that Raggoon like a parent would? Maybe it had to be when I saw him shirtless... if not, then it definitely has to be when I tucked the big guy in."
Since he had surprisingly been able to reflect on the past couple of days, his mind had actually managed to ease itself for a moment, only to go back to countering its reasons of confusion.
"Haven't you seen Sodo shirtless beforehand though? Why was it so awkward now, then? Maybe it's because you were watching him the entire time and invading his privacy. Darn you, Camo, you're supposed to be a gentleman! You shouldn't snoop in on other people like that.
Camo proceeded to stop pacing around his silent bedroom.
"Well, technically you've never actually seen him completely shirtless, since he wears that leather jacket all the time. Not sure if that counts as shirtless though. Why am I thinking about this to myself?"
The possum had walked over to his mirror, which was broken from the time Camo had punched it in anger the moment after he lost to the corgi months earlier. The mirror featured many cracks on the surface of the dusty glass, and had looked like a crime scene. Although Camo couldn't see his reflection as perfectly as he was able to before breaking his mirror, the possum was still capable of viewing his face. Staring at himself for a while, Camo was reminded of something else about Sodo that greatly appealed to the gentleman. After looking at his own gaze, Camo remembered how the look of Sodo's eyes warmed Camo's heart the moment he took the time to look into them.
"I almost forgot about his eyes," Camo thought to himself. "Everything about him is great. Well, actually some things about him are great but that's okay, too. His body is appealing, his personality is, er, quiet, and... and those eyes. Those beautiful, golden eyes. I hope I can see Sodo's eyes again the same way I did the first time..."
Even though he was lost in this romantic thought of his, Camo snapped out of the trance he was in. "Pull yourself together, Camo," he slapped himself. "You can't be in love with Sodo. You're not into stuff like love and all that. Y-you are, you n-need to put on a tough persona so the others don't find out you actually care for them. If they find out, they'll never take you seriously ever again."
As saddening as Camo found how he'd proceed to lose meaning in his team if he ever let his secret get exposed, he figured that keeping to himself would result in the outcomes he was hoping for. Besides, Camo's mind had provided other solutions to his current issues. For instance, the possum thought to himself that maybe this was just a phase he was going through, and that pretty soon these thoughts would eventually come to an end. The possum was hoping that would be the case.
"I've never felt more weirded out in my life."
These were going to be a long couple of days trying to figure all these things out for Camo, which, in a way, upset him.
As the morning was about to end, the sunshine that had passed through Camo's bedroom window had brightened up the sleeping possum's face. Camo had woken up from a two to three hour nap, and was welcomed by loud commotions coming from the living room.
"Oh, the others are awake now," Camo said in his head. The possum intended to get up and check on the others, as well as make himself some breakfast, but he was too lazy to get up from his comfortable bed. He decided to pull the blankets over himself for a little while longer before going into the living room.
Trying to regain the energy he had currently lacked, Camo attempted to ignore the sounds of the outside world as he did so. However, his attempts worked to no avail. He could still hear the Raggoons running around the living room, as well as being able to listen to Nono and Peb yelling at each other like banshees. In addition to that, the opossum's nose caught the scent of cooking in the air. He couldn't tell what exactly was being made, but he assumed it was mostly T.O that was cooking, and whatever he was cooking smelled absolutely scrumptious.
The lazy possum decided that despite not containing the energy to do anything at all, he still needed to get up nonetheless. Exiting his bedroom, the noises had gotten way louder for him, which made Camo wide awake now. Eyes opened all the way, Camo was able to see the mess that was going on. Out of all the years he's lived with these people, this was probably one of the worst disasters he had ever seen compared to the other pigsties the others made throughout the years.
Nono and Peb were yelling, except not at each other. They were screaming at nothing whilst running around all over the place; Peb was pacing around the living room with large amounts of pink thread and dropped needles and pins all over the hard carpet floor, and Nono was wiping everything using cans of different varieties of sodas. In addition to that, the raggoons were dropping everything off of the tables and counters and threw the objects that had landed upon the floor across the room at different angles. As for T.O, he was attempting to cook a large breakfast for everyone to eat, but was stressed since not only was the food beginning to get overcooked, but T.O was accidentally making a mess on the floor, which he was simultaneously attempting to clean up. Although Nono was trying to help the panther out, his aid was being performed improperly, since the stench of the soda was attracting ants to the places "cleaned up" by soda from all around.
"Oh my goodness…" Camo muttered to himself. He looked around to see if Sodo was anywhere, but he wasn't anywhere to be found. He was most likely in his bedroom of course, either asleep or awake but grumpy. The possum ran out into the garbage pile that was the living room. He wanted to resolve the entire mess before he had to organize his schedule for any other appointments he had with rich, yet stupid clients in the near future.
"What is going on here?!" Camo yelled at the others.
"Look Camo!" Nono eagerly shouted. "Nono is cleaning the floor sparkly clean, haha! See?"
"You're not cleaning anything at all, Nono!" Camo screamed violently at the startled coyote. "Why are you cleaning the place up with soda? WHY?!"
"Nono can't find any other cleaning sodas.."
"You mean cleaning products, right? Oh my god, you're attracting so many ants! I already have to deal with you guys, I don't need more of 'em."
"Hey!" exclaimed Peb, who had paused his running around after Camo referred to his friends as ants. "We're not ants! Do not call us that!"
"You're as short as an ant, Peb," Camo elaborated. "Why don't you join these little pests in the walls? We could use less accidents around here."
"Rude!" Peb yelled back.
Camo turned to T.O. "What's going on?"
"As soon as I opened my door, all these Chewbaccas decided to run out of their rooms as well, and they kept making messes everywhere. I seriously regret leaving my bedroom to go to the restroom. Oh, and by the way, they also messed the restroom up too. Don't look at it, though. It's horrific. How am I supposed to clean all of this up myself? I can never catch a break in this family, honestly!"
"Why are they acting crazier than they have been before? I've never really seen anything like this before. Well, I haven't, anyways."
"They're always insane, Camo," T.O told him. "Every single time, there's always something needed to be cleaned up because of these adult versions of the Little Rascals. Just like every day, they get a bit crazier each time. It's terrible, Camo. They never, ever lose energy until the end of the day. So annoying... Can't you at least help me just this once? You're always busy organizing your schedules and all that stuff. For once, just help me. You're one of the very few normal people I have ever met in my life."
"Y-yes, I'll help you out, T, since you could seriously use a hand," Camo responded to the stressed panther.
"Thank you.." T.O said.
"Just being a gentleman, is all."
"Yeah, whatever. Look, can you please grab the ant spray so you can spray it on wherever they're on? They're starting to crawl up on the counter. I even found some of the ants in the cabinets, too. That's why I took all the food out of there; I didn't want the ants to get in the food. Grab a napkin so you can wipe the places.
"Um, alright then," Camo answered. He proceeded to do what T.O ordered him to do. He sprayed the areas where ants were, and using the napkin he was equipped with, he scrubbed all the places where ants were to be found. When he finished cleaning one area, he placed the dirty napkin into the trash. Since there were other places that were infested by the ants Nono attracted, Camo used up more ant spray and more napkins, too. The ants, who were either dead or about to die, had stuck to the napkin before being dumped in the garbage bin.
Camo decided to give his hands a little rest, since he used up a lot of strength to scrub the counter and the cabinets and the floor really well. As he was about to continue helping T.O out with cleaning and such, the possum took a look around at the dirty room. There was going to be a lot of stuff to tidy up, and it definitely was going to take a long time to do so, and the possum felt as if he and T.O might need an extra hand to help them polish the living room, the kitchen, and the bathroom.
"Hey, T?" Camo asked out of nowhere.
"What?"
"Do you want me to call out Sodo so he can help us clean?"
"I think we can manage on our own," T.O answered.
"What do you mean?" the possum asked confusingly. "Three people are better than two."
"I don't think he'd help us honestly," T.O explained. "He's never helped us with this kind of stuff before, so I don't expect him to come out just to help us clean."
"Have you ever asked him to help you out at all, or did you just expect him to do it on his own?"
While the possum asked this question, the raggoons started getting into the cabinets and grabbed cans that were filled with corn, peas, and other kinds of food.
"Noo, we just went to the grocery store!" Camo exclaimed. Why are you guys throwing the cans of food around? We just bought those, you guys!"
"Ooh, we're throwing cans now?" Peb asked obnoxiously. "I WANT CANS!"
"NO!" screamed Camo. "No, we're not doing that, we're not throwing cans everywhere!"
Peb and Nono ignored Camo's screams of anger and proceeded to pick up cans of food with the Raggoons and began throwing said cans around the room.
"Oh my god, why can't you GUYS LISTEN?!"
"Camo!" T.O shouted.
"WHAT?!"
"There's still more ants coming out."
"Ah, the spray will kill them, no?"
"Well, yeah, but I don't want them to get any farther than they are right now. Please get rid of them. I'm almost done with cooking!"
"The food smells really overcooked," Camo stated. "Smoke is starting to get in the air."
"Well, what do you want me to do?" asked T.O furiously. "I spent a long time trying to cook this meal up, and I really don't want to start this over again. These guys will literally eat anything. Ask Nono."
"Ask Nono what?" shouted Nono.
"Nothing, Nono, shut up," Camo shrieked towards the annoying coyote.
"Hey, don't tell Nono to shut up!" Nono countered.
"Zip it, I told you," Camo gritted at Nono. "Hey T, are there any more napkins, by the way? We're running out of them, even though we just ordered more yesterday?"
"They're all crumpled up in the bathroom," T.O groaned. "No point in using them, since they already got wet by the water coming out of the toilet."
"I-" Camo stuttered.
"You what?" T.O questioned reluctantly.
Camo was about to answer T.O's short question, but was interrupted by the sound of a door opening within the narrow hallway. It was Sodo, who opened his bedroom door to examine what the entire ruckus occurring in the living room was all about.
"Why are, uh, you guys more loud than usual?" asked Sodo tiredly. "You guys were so loud I actually woke up."
"Oh, uh, morning Sodo," Camo greeted in return. The possum had been flustered by the hyena's appearance after the dream he had the night before, making the moment rather awkward for him.
While the possum just stood there glancing at the hyena in front of him, Nono, Peb, and the Raggoons proceeded to throw the food cans all around the living room. They had so much fun throwing around the tin cans that one could, for some reason, consider the little troublemakers had made their own sport out of it. Despite some of the calm tosses, they still continued to throw around the cans roughly, making small dents in the fragile walls.
"Oh my god, you guys, I told you to stop throwing those cans already!" Camo yelped. "STOP IT!"
Nono jumped in front of Sodo, looking towards the displeased opossum. "Hey, Camo!" he exclaimed. "Nono says think fast!" The coyote proceeded to throw the tin can directly at the possum, which hurt Camo's round torso.
"Ow, Nono!" Camo cried out loud. The possum grabbed the can and easily crushed it without breaking a sweat. "Why you little…"
Camo attempted to throw the can towards Nono's face as hard as his robust arms possibly could. However, Nono jumped out of the way, ultimately dodging the can's impact. Since the coyote was in front of Sodo, however, the can had instead hit Sodo right on the nose.
"Ouch!" Sodo howled. "Grr, Camo, why the heck did you do that for?" The hyena covered his nose with both of his hands.
"I-I didn't mean to t-throw it at you!" Camo tried to clarify. "I was trying to throw the can at Nono, but he got out of the way, so it hit you instead."
"Well why did you even try to throw it at him?" asked Sodo angrily.
"He hit me!"
"How about instead of trying to throw a can back at him, you keep him and the others under control? You know they're crazy."
"Yeah, I know.." Camo responded in an ashamed tone of voice. The possum felt embarrassed after having to be scolded by Sodo like that.
"Dang it, my nose is bleeding," Sodo complained. He wiped his nose with his sleeve, leaving a slightly visible blood stain on his leather jacket.
Although Camo felt bad for the poor hyena however, he saw this as an opportunity to proceed with his intended question he had been meaning to ask Sodo before he exited the room.
"Hey Sodo, can I ask a favor from you?"
"Save it for later, jerk," the hyena retaliated. "I'm outta here." Sodo proceeded to walk towards the front door.
"Wait, where are you going?!"
"Away from here," Sodo said. "This place is a mess. I'll be back later. Goodbye for now."
The hyena slammed the door behind him very loudly, which startled the others that were within the living room. None of the Criterion members were expecting Sodo to have gotten frustrated over getting hit in the nose with a can, but then again, they would've felt the same irritation Sodo did if that ever happened to them.
"Aw man," Camo murmured. "I wanted Sodo to help us out really badly, T. But then Nono and these other idiots had to come and mess everything up for us."
"Well, like Sodo said, Camo," T.O began to speak. "Maybe if you hadn't thrown the can back at Nono, he wouldn't have left in the first place. So now he's gone, and we just lost an extra helpful hand because you got so mad."
"That wasn't my fault though!" Camo roared at the panther. "It was Nono's!"
"Stop blaming ol' Nono for yer problems," Nono interrupted.
"Look, Camo, just please stop yelling for one second and listen to me," T.O advised. "I have an idea as to what you can do for me so that way cleaning up this place will be easier."
"And what would that be?" Camo asked a bit softly.
"How about I clean up the messes that these guys made in the living room and the bathroom, while you take care of them in the kitchen?" T.O asked. "I finished cooking their meals, despite it being a bit overcooked."
"Key word is a bit overcooked.." Camo whispered to Peb, who was just standing still for the moment.
"What was that, Camo?" the black panther asked out loud.
"Uhh, n-nothing," Camo stuttered. "I did not say anything at all about your cooking, no sir."
The other goonies surrounding Camo began to chuckle to themselves a bit after Camo mentioned that phrase towards T.O.
"You think my cooking is bad?"
"Sorry for talking bad about your cooking skills, I just thought you were already aware."
The goonies laughed out loud like clowns at a circus at Camo's small comeback.
"Very funny, you lug," T.O said. "Now please just do as I say. If you can manage to make sure they don't make any more messes then I'll be able to tidy this place up easier."
"What about the kitchen?" Camo asked. "You never mentioned yourself cleaning that, too.
"Well, considering you'll be in the kitchen with these guys making sure that they eat their food and making sure they don't make a mess, I was hoping you could clean up the kitchen floor and cabinets?"
"Mm, I guess," Camo answered unconvincingly.
"You have to be a gentleman, Camo. Remember that."
"Okay, thank you," T.O appreciated. "I'm gonna go deal with that bathroom first, because, compared to the living room, it looks like a huge wasteland. I'll be right back when I'm done."
T.O proceeded to exit the kitchen and made his way towards the bathroom to get things cleaned up. While the panther did this, Camo grabbed the plates that had burnt pieces of toast on them, with butter on top of the toast. On the side, there were dry pieces of bacon and eggs that were supposedly scrambled.
"Alrighty, here you go everyone," Camo said to his friends sitting around the table. Some of the Raggoons got off of their chairs to continue running around the living room. Peb was just about to do the same, but he was stopped by Camo.
"No, Sodo, you need to sit down and eat your food!" Camo instructed towards the small jackal. "I'm not gonna allow you to run around anymore since T.O seriously needs to clean up the messes that all of you guys made in the living room, in the kitchen, and in the bathroom. God forbid what your bedrooms may look like."
"Did you just call me Sodo?" Peb shrieked in a loud manner. "Wow! I'm not Sodo, I'm Peb! Did you hear that, Nono?"
"Yeah, Nono heard that VERY well!" exclaimed the coyote sitting beside Peb. "You called Peb Sodo, haha!"
Although the situation wasn't something Camo would feel embarrassed about at all, even in the slightest, the personal reasons that he was hiding from his friends made him feel flustered at the fact he blurted out Sodo's name. Camo couldn't stop thinking about the hyena at all, which bothered him a lot.
"Ugh, kissing Sodo in that dream would've been a whole lot better than this honestly.."
"I'm telling T.O!" Peb yelled. "Teehee heehee."
"No, Peb, he doesn't want to be bothered right now," Camo tried to explain as quickly as he could. "He needs to clean up the restroom, sit down right now and eat your food already!"
Peb did not listen to Camo's instructions however. The little jackal proceeded to walk to the bathroom to tell T.O about what Camo said. Camo wasn't sure why Peb would even do such a thing; there was no point. Peb was just that crazy.
"Why does nobody here listen to me at all?"
"Wow, Camo," T.O said from the restroom. Camo was able to hear the panther's response as the jackal came back to the table and began to eat his burnt food whilst chuckling to himself.
"Okay, Peb, please stay there and finish your food," Camo ordered. "The same goes for you, Nono, and the rest of you sitting here, too. I'm going to finish cleaning this kitchen up, while you stay there enjoying your, er, meals, I guess."
Camo took a hard look around the kitchen. It wasn't as messy as T.O made it out to be. There were some ants crawling around the floor, and a small amount of them were also in the cabinets. Overall, only tiny little pests appeared to be the main problem going on in the kitchen, regarding the pests at the table eating their food like pigs in a barn.
The big opossum grabbed another napkin and some more spray to use so he could clean up the ants. He first sprayed all the ants that were residing on the floor, and scrubbed them away with the napkin, and Camo continued to do that same procedure with the cabinets, before throwing away the napkin into the trash. Although a low quantity of ants continued to crawl around in the cabinets, Camo didn't fret, for he thought to himself that perhaps the odor of the spray would kill those ants for him. For now, the possum had decided to clean up what he could of the untidy living room, so that way T.O wouldn't deal with so much difficulty whilst cleaning the living area.
Camo and T.O were currently in the living room, cleaning up the last of the pink yarn that was left behind by Peb all over the place. It was finally the afternoon, and although it took a long couple of hours to clean up the living room, Camo and T.O had finally done it. In addition to that, the other members of the crew were in their rooms doing who knows what. Nonetheless, there appeared to be no more messes to be found around the house, so no more work was required for the remainder of the day.
"I'd like to thank you, Camo," T.O sighed. "If you hadn't decided to help me out with cleaning up the house then I'd probably still be working on getting this place together all on my own."
"Just trying to help is all," Camo blushed.
T.O went to pat the opossum's shoulder before resting down on the couch with some of the other Raggoons who were laying down the entire time. The panther grabbed the remote and turned on the television to watch his afternoon novellas.
"Ooh, Una Rosa sin Espinas is on," the panther told himself. "One of my favorite shows."
Camo sat down beside the couch. "What's it about?"
"The show is basically about a girl named Rose who wants to get married with some guy she just met whose name is Francisco, but Rose's ex-girlfriend, whose name is Mariposa, wants to have revenge on Rose for breaking up with her, even though it was Mariposa's fault since she was being manipulative of Rose's emotions," T.O explained to the curious opossum. "I call Mariposa "Tiny Hands", because holy cow her hands are so tiny, hehe."
"Mariposa sounds rather rude," Camo commented. "So, what does she try to do to Rose?"
"Basically, she wants to publicly humiliate Rose in front of Francisco and his friends by exposing the fact that Rose and her had a relationship when they were old teenagers," T.O responded. "Mariposa also tries to flirt with Francisco and even attempts to drive Rose to suicide again like she did in their former relationship together."
"Ouch," Camo said. "Now I want to get into the novella, hehe."
"The producers have just started Season 3, so if you can, you should be able to catch up," T.O said eagerly. "The first two seasons don't have so many episodes, so you should be able to catch up in a few days, or a couple weeks, depending on how work goes for you."
"Alright, I'll look into them, thank you."
"De nada."
While Camo sat around the couch for what felt like a long couple of minutes, Sodo had finally returned from wherever he went. The hyena came back through the front door and into the living room with the others, which excited Camo. The possum had really been wanting to hang out with the hyena all day.
"Oh, hey Sodo!" Camo yelled out. The possum got up and walked towards the hyena. "Where did ya go, buddy? Um, how ya feeling?"
"I was doing okay until I saw you come up to me," Sodo responded.
"Oh.."
There was yet again another moment of silence between the two before Camo decided to speak up again.
"Um, how's your nose feeling?"
"My nose is fine, Camo, thanks for asking."
"I'm just asking you a question is all, no need to be mad and all."
"Try getting a can thrown at your nose, and then see how you feel about it.
"I'm sorry, it was an accident."
"Why are you here, don't you have a job to be screwing up or something?"
"At least I have a job. What are you doing with your life?"
"Oh geez," T.O interrupted.
"I-I'm going to my room," Sodo suddenly told the possum.
"Can you at least tell me where you went?"
"I went to take care of my nose with a couple friends of mine, and I, uh, decided to hang out with them a while longer because I didn't want to come back home for a while."
"Don't other people get hurt by your smell, though?" Camo asked concerningly.
"We found a way to make sure that doesn't happen," Sodo answered. "It took a while, but luckily we managed. Now, I'm going to my room, goodbye now."
"Aw, I really wanted to talk with you today, though," Camo groaned. "I was looking forward to it the entire day."
"Well, I don't really want to talk at all right now, so yeah. I already socialized enough with my friends, and I'm exhausted, and I'm still mad at you, so, uh, bye bye."
The hyena proceeded to walk to his bedroom, closing and locking the door behind him. Camo felt really bad that he wasn't able to talk to Sodo despite wanting to for a long duration of time. In addition to that, the hyena remained angered at Camo for accidentally injuring him, which unsettled the possum sadly.
"Aw, I got distracted by your small fight, I missed some of the episode," T.O complained. "It was cut to commercial, ugh. Now I have to watch it on demand next week."
"Sorry about that," Camo apologized. The possum had decided to also walk to his room and stay in there for the remainder of the day. He felt really terrible for what he had done, and was not in the mood to do anything else anymore. The possum lied down in bed, hoping the day would end quicker than it usually did, and that the next day would arrive and hopefully be better.
In the meantime, however, Camo decided to use whatever time he could to think to himself a bit. It was pretty obvious that for some reason Camo couldn't stop thinking about Sodo. He even called Peb by the hyena's name earlier in the late morning. It still embarrassed Camo, since the opossum never really thought of another individual a lot like he began doing with Sodo. As a result, he ended up coming to the conclusion that maybe he might have to seek help from someone else that could aid the possum with his stirred up feelings of his.
"Who could help me with my problems, though? I don't know anybody who is experienced with stuff about having crushes and st-"
Then it hit him. There was one person that Camo was familiar with who could be able to help out with his newfound troubles. So now that the possum had found a resolution to his problems, he was able to put his mind at ease. He hoped that this state of mind remained that way for the rest of the time being before Camo went to sleep, for he didn't want to lose more time to rest.